California, here I come a-Right back where I started from Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun Each morning at dawning, birdies sing and everything A sun-kissed miss said, "Don't be late" a-That's why I can hardly wait So open up that Golden Gate California, here I come, yeah! Whoa!

California, here I come, whoa! Right back where I started from Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun Each morning at dawning, birdies sing and everything A sun-kissed miss said, "Don't be late" a-That's why I can hardly wait So open up that Golden Gate California, here I come, yeah! Whoa!